My home life is most likly like none others. I come home from school, go to my room, change, workout, my mom and sister get home, Christine comes over, my mom asks what we want for dinner, we answer, she doesnt care, we go to my basement, play xbox for an hour, Christine leaves, i eat dinner, i go to bed. Minimal talk to my parents and sister. Of corse thats on typical weekdays. Weekends are a whole different story. I babysit, my mom goes out with my aunts to a bar to watch the hockey game, my stepdads either at work all night or out with them being the DR. I stay home at least one night every weekend. Sometimes i get out out if but rarly. I stay home and act like an adult for hours until my parents get home and nag me with their alcoholic breath in my face. Eventually, when they eat and calm down, i get to sleep. But that doesnt last long,. I've had trouble sleeping since i was born. My grandma always tells me how i would scream and cry when they'd try to put me to sleep. I just hate sleeping but love it at the same time. I go for days with no sleep in the summer but durring the school year i fall asleep around 10 or 11 and get up at 6.I like being alone when im here, home. But anywhere else i like having someone with me. I sleep easier with someone next to me. Not even cuddling me just...there. I'm not sure why i have issues with sleeping weather it's insamnia or just some tramatic incodent from my forgotten childhood, but it sucks. In the summer when i do sleep, nothing wakes me up. I sleep through most of the day. Which for me works out. I like being out at night better anyways.
Back to my home life...My mom and i love each other, i wouldnt trade her for the world, as cheesy as that may sound, its true. i couldnt imagine loosing her. She's forgetful, stubborn, hypocritic, annoying, lazy, nasty, and naggy. But, she's mine. I grew up with that and I wouldn't change any of it even if i could. My stepdad is annoying and bratty. He came from a rich italian family and has a fare amount of sibblings. His life now must be extremly difficuld compared to how it was when he was under his parents roof. Still, that doesnt justify the fact that he treats my mom like a maid. When he gets home from work, its late. Sometimes very late. He makes my little sister stay up until hes home so he can see her. But, this makes it harder for my mom to get her to sleep and get her up and ready for school on time. If he's tired, he'll get food that my mother prepares from him, and lay in bed watching the news. But, sometimes, my sister isnt in a good mood. So she'll cry and beg for daddy to read her a bedtime story. Which he wont do until he's read to get up. Which keeps her, me, and my mom awake even later. He'll complain about how he has to get up early for work. Which he does but, whos fault is it that were all still up? He'll yell at my mom as she tried to get my sister and herself ready for bed or ready for school and work or church, if theyre not running on his schedual. My mom tells me he treats her fine. She says i should be nicer to him, and respect him more. Mostly because we wouldnt have clothes, or a house, or even food if it werent for him. But, whats more important? A nice house and closests of clothes, or a families happiness?
My dads house is a lot different from mine. When i go there my dads working on the house or in the garden while the kids are playing in the grass and my stepmom is cooking or cleaning or welcoming me. My dad means more than anything to me. My dad is my hero, and my everything. I love my mom too but my dad and i have a special connection my mom and i dont. My stepmom is very nice and loving and treats me like her own child. Which, isnt she suppose to do? But, my mom and my moms family doesnt like that. Instead of appriciating how carring, loving, and hardworking she is, they like to call her a witch or a whlae, or a jaggoff. They really havent even met her though. I mean, sure, they talk, they plan, they see each other ever-so-often, but never really had a full conversation about anything other than us. My siblings there all have a part of me in them. One plays sports like i do, one is humorous like me, one is creative like me, and one is random like me. My dad gives me advice, we joke, he teaches me right from wrong. My stepmom comforts me, she helps me through my problems, shes like my theropist really. I like going over there to give myself a break from everything. Because when im there, i dont see people i know, i dont use my phone, and i dont have to act anything im not. But, i dont think id be the same if i grew up there with my dad and stepmom instead of my mom and stepdad. Im greatful for everything all 4 of them do and give to me. I love my entire family, no matter how big it is. I love every last person in it.
